RDR II : The Tulip & the Willow (CANNON)

(Ch11 Pt3) -Horseshoe Overlook-

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Chapter 11
Pt.III
"Morons & Mud"
(Polite Society, Valentine Style)

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"Willow, what are you doin'?"

She was hauling around a few unknown drinks in brown bottles, apparently, she had them packed in the wagon and was prepared for such an occasion. How Willow thought of these things or managed to slip them in, she'll never know.

"I'm tellin' ya, Sadie, we're gon' knock 'em out!" Willow chuckled.

"Is this moonshine?" Sadie snatched one from her to get a closer look at it.

"Mixed with some herbs an' whatnot thanks to Tulip - yes!" After a small pause, she shook her head. "We ain't gon' kill anyone, jus' get 'em dumb men knocked out cold, silly." Willow took it back and nudged Sadie with a smirk.

She had silently wondered what kinds of little things Tulip could do for a split second. The woman appreciated Willow's attempts, she didn't want to ruin the fun so she tried to play along, despite the depressive thoughts raking at the dark corners of her mind.

Sadie looked around, "Look, I know it's for fun and all, but... I don't want to have any business with men right now, even if it's a little scheme..."

Willow nodded slowly, "I know... But you can jus' watch and have the fun played out for ya, it's easy as pie if ya find the right dumbasses haha."

"Sounds like most things in life..." The bottles clinked in Willow's hand and she chuckled, Sadie had never thought of doing anything other than simply shopping. While her depression was still lingering, Sadie decided to why not go and see what kinds of ridiculous things Willow could do? Admittedly, her explosive, giddy demeanor was a bit contagious.

"Ehem! Let's see if I can get someone outta this saloon... An' if they're drunk, it'll be even easier!" She cleared her throat and dusted off her clothes and skirt. "Trust me, it works - Hosea taught me his old charmin' ways... I'm gon' test out an' see if I really got it still. Sadie, ya can jus' look near the window, them bein' drunk will be easy for me to pickpocket and I won't hafta use these!" She wiggled the small, dangling bottle in her hand.

"Oh, okay Willow, whatever you say..."

Willow pulled out a makeup and foldable mirror, it looked too fancy for that to belong to her. It even looked strangely familiar, then her unspoken question was answered when Sadie saw the initial of "M".

"Don't tell Miss O'Shea." Willow giggled, caking her cheeks with makeup to give it a slight rosy pink blush.

She laughed, "You really are a thief."

"Whaddya expect, Miss Goody Two-Shoes?" She smiled.

Dusting off her skirt, fixing her hair, and clearing her throat, Willow stepped into the saloon with a completely different demeanor. As Sadie watched and peered through while not being as obvious, she stared at the girl who approached a lonely man with a couple of booze and empty beers.

It was amazing how Willow acted like such a kid even though her life of running with the gang is extremely serious and hard: shooting, killing, perhaps even more malicious activities - you name it. Yet, this 17-years old blondie has an innocent attitude that doesn't seem like it suits with the gang at all. It was almost like one of the ladies, specifically the brunette woman who loved to indulge herself in romantic books. But this was a different kind of innocence, Willow's was much more of a childish sort.